Behind The Mask : A V for Vendetta Tale : 6
Every minute, someone in the world dies. Every other minute, someone is born. Humans live in an on-going circle. For every death, there is birth. When someone believes in fate, destiny comes knocking at their door.
Those were the kind of thoughts you had, random, moral, knowing images that produced into your head over and over again. You didn't now how long you had been in this nothingness, of thoughts and darkness. Everything that surrounded you was black.
There were times when you would hear voices, strange and muffled. Though you couldn't understand what they were saying, you took them to comfort, enjoying the times whenever they were around.
3 Weeks Into The Coma
V's POV
Victoria has not moved, has not spoken, has not even breathed. But some moments, she has sent images into my thoughts, showing me what this government has done to her. She was created into a telekinetic, and a telepath. She is a new, improved breed of human. She is the government's new weapon. Just like I was, all those years ago.
I miss her so much, I want to see her smile, a smile that could warm up a room. I need to her voice, so calm and crisp. And to see her dance, I never had the chance to see her light up the stage. But no, she is dead to the world, un-moving and cold. Now it's too late.
"Don't say that!" Evey would tell me, trying hard to believe that Anna would come back. But I just couldn't believe it. There is nothing left here for me, why am I still being a bother? I might as well just leave Evey and Anna, let them move on. Well, Evey at least. She's done it before, I know she can do it again. I should have stayed dead, should have let the people finish the job. Now, Anna is gone. All hope is lost...